What the everlasting fuck?  She’s eating.  Right, okay.  And what’s the problem with that, o chubby-armed- “author”?  Fuck you, sweetheart.  Just fuck you.

As my mother would say to her colleagues before she retired...

His leather-daddy.

TAKE YOUR STAR, DAMN YOU!!

Don’t fire them.  Drop the witches into a tank of sharks.  It’ll be a nice lively buffet for our aquatic friends, and the gene pool’ll be considerably improved.

Don’t forget the Prime Man of the TERFtards - Graham Lineham! That’s right, ladies, the most prominent TERF in Britain is the piss-slit who gave us Father Ted back in the 1990s!

Go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw, mate. I’m a gay man. My boyfriend, my friends and my family all support the trans-community no matter what.  I’ll fucking comment if and when I see fit.  No one needs your permission, bub.  Take a seat and zip it.

Oh, I’m so getting my boss this...

Ah hah.  Try a little bromide in your kool-aid, sugar.  Prat.

I’ll stick to a Vesper, thanking you.  Aperol Spritzes were so 2017...

You should watch Jeremy Paxman destroy American right-wingers.  It’s always delicious.

Maybe in America.  Here in the UK we just laugh at you and carry on destroying your views.  

Given the braindead mentality of many Americans, quite a few Republican voters, I’ll wager.

I’m sorry - what?

“I say, good sir! Could you kindly step away from that young lady so she can go about her assigned tasks in a timely manner?”

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! You funny!

My Grandmother would kill me if I tried to spread ‘Nduja on pizza (but she loves adding it to pasta sauces).  It’s a bloody marvellous wee thing.  I’m with you on marscapone.  As soon as I saw that, I actually felt my teeth sort of sting (you know, like when you chew foil?)  I’m of the opinion that it belongs in…

Well, I still think you’re all as basic as an iced frappucino with extra unicorn sprinkles, but my votes with Pang this week.

Because it’s the baby puke of cheese.  It’s almost as rancid as that American Cheese shite.

I grew up in a family where we all had that one cupboard, that one shelf, that one space in the kitchen devoted to condiments. And I thought it was normal that my mother would travel half-way across our city to go to that Indian shop on Great Western Road, you know, the one that sells the good saffron or to that…